The President takes one parachute, the smartest man in the world another, and the Pope offers the third to the little boy. “No need,” chuckles the boy, “the smartest man in the world took my backpack!”

The smartest man in the world is working fast, using his body to shield the backpack as he converts it to a crude jet-glider. The President’s bottle of Jack has enough potential energy in it to counter his velocity, if he can direct it properly–spark from his watch battery, paper fuse, hope.

He can do it.

He’s the smartest man in the world.